Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 71

Axel

I'm under the table still. I don't know how long it's been. But it's better down here somehow. They keep coming in to check on me. I don't care. It isn't time yet. I don't have a plan yet. It would be useful if I could think.

"You okay? Your arm looks better," Reynolds asks.

I flip her off.

She leaves. I look at my arm. The bleeding did stop and the cuts are closing up nicely. I don't care. If I didn't think they'd take the fishhook away I'd cut it open again.

I listen to the sounds of the station. They're all looking for someone. One of their cops is missing. The one cop who went to question Felix Cummings (soon to be deceased) didn't come back, apparently. Well I don't care. It makes it a bit easier for me to kill him if they nicely bring him here to me. But this is also fine.

Now there's a commotion. People are coming in. A lot of them.

I crawl out from under the table and go to the window. They still have me in the little holding room off the main room. I don't know why. Maybe they don't have anything to charge me with because I haven't committed any crimes yet. Maybe it's because I bit them cursed them on the names of every band I could think of. There could be other reasons. Maybe this is just how they roll.

I go and look through the window. Luna and her Hunters are at the door, all lined up obediently behind Omar and a couple of Luna's other family members. A tall woman in a suit, and a man dressed for some reason in a bathrobe.

The woman in the suit and Omar are doing most of the talking, rather bullying a few of the cops. They have paperwork and what looks like fake legal IDs though I can't tell from here. If they're fake that is. I can tell they're waving paper around.

Once they've sufficiently backed the cops back a bit, the Hunters rush forward at once, all running up to my window to bang on it and shout.

"DON'T TELL 'EM NOTHIN'."

"DON'T WORRY WE'RE GONNA SRPING YA."

But as they do they press their hands to the glass. And across their palms in bright magenta sharpie they've written:

WE RIDE AT MIDNIGHT WE'LL BRING THE WEAPONS YOU BRING THE RAGE GET OUT WE'LL SEND FELIX TO YOU

I nod quickly that I understand as the cops start peeling them away from the glass. Brianna is among them. She locks eyes with me and nods for a moment. Her eyes are sad. I feel bad she'll be all alone now. Hopefully Luna will take her in. Hopefully someone will be kind to her. It's not like that someone can be me.

I go back under my table to lie and brood. We ride at midnight. I'll be out. Oh, I will be out.